Quitting the Race

Fingers
Pointed
In
Rage
Show
My
Heart
Maybe
It’s
Time
To
Move
Along
New
Paths
Seen
And
Suspected
In
The
Distance,
Tired,
Frustrated,
Broken,
As
I
Stand
Judged,
Perceived
Searching
For
A
Home
Far
From
The
Other
And
My
Aching
Soul,
Sitting
Instead
Surrounded
Alone
In
Darkness
Not
Yearning,
Wilting
Into
The
Anonymous
Nothingness
Of
Another miserable
Existence
Quitting
All